Wasted in America “Let’s kill ourselves!”, Alan types to me on Skype. “You go first.” “No way. Let’s do it together, let’s jump off the top of Paris Mountain.” He’s typing on his computer on the living room floor, in “prone position”. I’m in the bathroom, but this does not mean I don’t give a (...), not at all. It’s simply the only place I could find to sit with relative comfort in our naked apartment, in front of my computer placed on a kind of “table” (in this case, the sink countertop). On the bright side: we’ve rented a flat, but I believe you already know that. As for the furniture, we bought a few generic pieces yesterday on Amazon (my designer’s heart bleeds), and in last than a week the books will be finally on the table, not in the …show more content…
Another hilarious mistake I made concerned the smart TV (please note that I wrote “I,” because Alan “doesn’t mess up with such trivialities,” therefore it’s all my fault). I’ve already bought it at Walmart for a few bucks when I asked for my brother’s advice on the other side of the Atlantic — ouch, pretty soon it will no longer make any sense to mention Lula’s remarkable nonsense. Fortunately. (For those of you who still ignore it, Lula is the former president of Brazil, the founder of PT who takes great pride in being an ignoramus, as, for example, when stating that Brazil and the United States are on opposite sides of the Atlantic Ocean). My brother, who is very well informed about tech stuff, told me that the TV being smart wouldn’t help at all, what we really needed was Chromecast, the incredible, extraordinary, cheap Google streaming device that forecasts the Internet on the TV screen. It made me feel so down, much less smart than the aforementioned device, I must confess, all because I was too lazy to read the TV manual, I’m sure you can relate to